You are awakened.

?AAAHHHH?, you scream as you are violently shocked into consciousness by a wave of cold water that slams into your body.

?What the fuck?!? You exclaim as you sit up on the cot you were sleeping on.

?Stupid cunt, why aren?t you dress, it?s time.? You hear in an unfamiliar and certainly unfriendly voice.

You look around trying to get your senses and figure out what is happening. You are completely naked and still in the dungeon cell. Your remember Sir Richard giving you oral sex so well that you fell **** by cumming for so long. But he was supposed to have taken you to freedom in exchange for your body. Where is he? What happened?!

In front of you are three men. The one front and center is a large ogre of a brute holding a bucket that no doubt was the source of your rude awakening. He is somewhat fat but clearly very strong with a cruel look in his eyes. Behind him are two guards that look like they are rejects from the land of inbred farm boys, who just blatantly stare at your naked form with juvenile lust.

?Get dress cunt, the crowd is waiting to be entertained? he barks.

?Where is Sir Richard?!? You counter.

The large brute gives out an amused grunt, ?he ain?t here bitch. The judge hired him to keep a special watch over you last night so you wouldn?t escape. By the looks of it he had his fun doing it.?

?Damn?, you swear as you realized in your selfish desire to have multiple orgasms you failed to satisfy him. You can only guess that he left you to your fate because of your lack of sexual prowess.

?Enough talk bitch, time for the whip. Get dress quick or the boys here will help.?

On some small level you believe you deserved to be punished, not for your crimes but for not satisfying such a man as Richard. He made you cum like no other lover and you failed to get him even close. You start to dress, first putting on you thong and then bra.

?Why we making her dress if we are just going to strip her again?? One of the idiotic looking guards asks.

?Cause the judge wants her to put on a show for the mob before we flog her, you idiot!? The head guard answers.

You finish dressing by putting on your shirt, pants, boots and vest on and then strike a defiant pose signally you are done.

The chief guard waves his hand and his two assistants chain your hands behind your back and push you towards the door.